He walked then, and worked with his head. Hour followed hour, but he did not think yet of rest; and the thought of his new expedition so cheered him, that though that day he was weak in the morning, he felt now that his strength was returning, and he was ready to mount in a moment.
The servants at last had finished tying the saddle-straps and were preparing to sleep, when all at once some one began to scratch at the door of the room.
“Who is there?” asked Kmita. Then to his attendant, “Go and see!”
He went, and after he had spoken to some one outside the door, he returned.
“Some soldier wants to see your grace greatly. He says that his name is Soroka.”
“By the dear God! let him in,” called Kmita. And without waiting for the attendant to carry out the order, he sprang to the door. “Com
